Death is Fear is Silence

We fear death. We hear no voices beyond the grave, and thus know naught. Haunted by mystery, we revere death in the same way ancient man did fire. Horrors become so much easier to grapple with once we are no longer subject to the magic of ignorance ; fire and lightning, enslaved by ingenuity. No such way out for Death who is mute. We know naught, and hence fear all.

The same for when no word passes between two. Silence is Fear is Death.